The Jackpot

When my parents-in-law come to our house, they usually bring something with them. Food, gifts for the girls, a newspaper article from the hometown paper – something. A few weeks ago, they carried in a paper bag and a cognac box (We don’t know. We don’t know why it was a cognac box. But it was.) and put them on the kitchen table. My MIL casually mentioned that these things belonged to a friend’s mother, I think, and she thought I might be interested in them, and if not, well, I could just get rid of them or she would take them back and give them to the Soroptimist thrift store.

Would I be interested?

Trim. Yards and yards of vintage trim. 10 cent corded piping. Buttons. And trim. Do you see the owls?And fabric. Quilting cottons, a pre-quilted piece which will become a doll quilt, dark pink corduroy, a few more.And felt! Crafting felt, a whole big bag of it. Now this is crafting felt, not wool. It’s very soft, though, rather unlike the pieces I’ve gathered here and there at big craft stores. I have big plans for this felt.

I didn’t put any of this away (yes, I kept it all) for two weeks because it just looked so great in the cognac box.